My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 87

After hearing Tristan’s words, Vulture hurriedly tried to stand on his feet to go and see because unlike when Kisha was awake and could direct the bees to scout around, they were now in the dark, quite literally. Vulture felt a sense of urgency, realizing they were in unfamiliar territory, with no clear idea of where to start looking for an exit if the sewers were indeed compromised.

’Just wait....’ Vulture thought long and hard because he felt like he was forgetting something important. Then he heard a buzzing sound coming from the bees’s wings as they flew. Tristan also noticed and threw the dagger in his hand toward Vulture. Vulture was caught off guard and was delayed in his reaction coupled with his broken ribs, he couldn’t even move his left arm to deflect the attack.

Swoosh-

Clang-

Vulture and Tristan were not just surprised but utterly shocked to see a palm-sized bee hovering before them. Yet, what truly stunned them was not its size, but its remarkable agility. With forelegs as thick as a child’s finger, the bee expertly deflected the dagger Tristan had thrown with astonishing precision.

Vulture’s skin crawled as Bell hovered nearby at her original size. What unnerved him even more was the metallic sound her forelegs made as they deflected the dagger. It seemed effortless for Bell to neutralize the attack, and the realization left Vulture with a deep sense of unease.

"Vulture, watch out!" Tristan’s warning echoed as he surged forward, swiftly flipping to retrieve the fallen dagger. With lightning speed, he maneuvered to intercept Bell, aiming to neutralize the unexpected threat.

"WAIT!!!!" Vultured shouted with sweat trickling down his face, if he was a bit late, then, Bell would turn into meat paste and he wouldn’t know how to explain it to Kisha when she woke up. Besides, he knew what Bell was capable of now, even though he was still a little skeptical about how Bell defended itself using only its forelegs.

"Don’t attack it!" Vulture added as he raised his right hand in a gesture to stop Tristan from moving forward.

Little did he know that attacking Bell would result in Tristan being reduced to a bloody mess. Despite Bell’s focus on managing the drones and producing the Scarlet honey for Kisha’s constitution reconstruction, its Divine-grade status made it a formidable opponent.

With basic stats surpassing even Tristan’s, particularly in agility, which stood at an impressive 45 points, she was a force to be reckoned with.

In a display of discontent, Bell aggressively flapped her wings, producing a loud buzzing sound before landing squarely on Vulture’s head.

Vulture felt as if his soul left his body when he sensed Bell’s thick forelegs moving on his head. While he wasn’t typically afraid of insects, Bell’s legs were thicker than a tarantula’s, sending shivers down his spine. Unconsciously, he closed his eyes as the sensation settled in his back. "Uh, um...

Bell, could you transform into a smaller size, please?" Vulture couldn’t stop himself from voicing his thoughts, unsure if Bell would understand him.

He wasn’t sure how Kisha and Bell communicated, but he assumed Bell was an intelligent insect, so he tried talking to it too. Just like that, Bell immediately changed its form to become the size of a thumb.

Vulture let out a sigh of relief as he suddenly realized that Bell was indeed intelligent, momentarily forgetting about Tristan.

"Care to explain what that was?" Tristan’s heavy voice caught Vulture’s attention back to him. But before he could answer, a realization hit Vulture. "Ah! It was you?!" He exclaimed, pointing at Tristan with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

He remembered Kisha mentioning that someone had killed her bees while patrolling in the basement, and he couldn’t think of anyone faster and more capable than Tristan. Furthermore, when he emerged from the sewer, Tristan was also in the basement, making him the prime suspect.